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Synopsis: There is death where the wind whispers.Left for dead by his own father on a snowy sidewalk, Kazimir Markovic finally understands what true betrayal really means, and just how far one will go to keep a secret. He only needs to survive, to make it home alive to his wife, and then everyone else will know what it means, too.It will all come to an end …Right back where it first started …New York’s streets are bloodier than ever. No souls are safe in this war. The games are over.From authors Bethany-Kris (Donati Bloodlines Trilogy) and London Miller(Den of Mercenaries) comes the final installment of Kaz and Violet’s journey in the Seasons of Betrayal series.

Excerpt

“It’s been a while, old friend,” Alberto said, gaze turning on the older man to his left.

Carmine barely looked up from the glass of amber colored liquid in his hand, but he did manage a smirk of sorts. “You wouldn’t be the first to say that, Accardo.”

“Carmine.” Alberto’s tone dipped a single cadence as he said his son’s name, a ring of warning chasing fast behind. “We’re among friends.”

“Because you need those now,” Carmine replied, deadpan.

Violet was … lost.

“Car—”

“Now, now,” the man interrupted, a chuckle forcing its way past his false smile. “It’s fine, Alberto. He’s right to be … hesitant.”

Still, Alberto gave Carmine a quick look and said, “Friends, figlio.”

Violet was never more thankful for an interruption than when the server returned with wine and water balanced on a tray. She opted for the water, knowing damn well she couldn’t drink, even if it would make the dinner pass by faster.

Once the server was gone again, Alberto’s attention was back on his guest. “It’s been a while, Angelo. What have I missed since the last time I visited Philly?”

For some reason, Violet felt like there was a secret passing around the people at the table, but it had skipped her completely. Her brother was watching her from the corner of his eye, his glass tipped high for him to sip from. The conversation between her father and this … Angelo Accardo … continued in the background, as if they were old friends catching up.

“And you, Carmine,” Angelo said loudly, breaking Violet’s train of thought, “you were married and didn’t even bother to send us an invitation, my boy. Imagine my surprise.”

Carmine’s sardonic smile melted away. “It came about kind of fast.”

Alberto coughed at the head of the table. “Yes, and we certainly needed the distraction.”

The way his gaze cut to Violet again, she knew without a doubt he was talking about her little episode with Kaz and running off to Chicago. Apparently, that was when Nicole and Carmine’s wedding had taken place, though no one talked very much about it.

It made Violet wonder if someone had something to hide.

The wedding couldn’t have been just a distraction for the public to keep the attention off the fact Violet had taken off with Kaz.

No one got married to distract others.

Right?

“Well, congratulations are still in order,” Angelo said, holding his glass of wine high. “Congrats, Carmine.”

Carmine held his own glass up in response, but hesitated on his words as his gaze focused on something—or rather, someone—behind Angelo. Violet followed her brother’s gaze to find yet another stranger dressed impeccably with golden rings adorning fingers. The disinterest on the man’s face was clear as the server moved just beyond his form in the entry to introduce him.

He looked no older than Carmine was, and if he was, it couldn't be by very much. He was good-looking and filled his suit out well. His posture spoke of confidence and arrogance, while his scowl spoke of attitude and a lack of patience.

In a blink at the sight of the newcomer, Carmine’s disgust and irritation was suddenly back. It was almost as if he’d smelled something bad and got a taste of it all at the same time.

“Get on with it,” the man snapped at the server.

Violet blinked at the rudeness in the man’s tone.

Carmine didn’t seem surprised.

Angelo, however, sighed. “Son …”

“Caesar Accardo,” the server muttered.

The man was quick to disappear again.

Caesar.

The name felt … familiar. Somehow.

It was surely appropriate for the man if his temper and behavior was any indication. He certainly acted like a fucking tyrant or so it seemed.

“Get a chair, son. Say hello, and sit down,” Angelo said without even turning to greet his son.

Caesar took the chair next to his father, the one closest to Violet, and directly across from Carmine’s position. He offered Carmine a cocky grin. “Long time, no see, Carmine. It’s been what—three years?”

Carmine’s features barely changed from the stone mask he now wore. “Has it been that long? How’s Tiffany? I haven’t talked to her since I kicked her ass out of my place. Is she still jerking you off under the table at family dinners?”

“Carmine!” Alberto barked. “That is enough.”

Well, Violet supposed she didn’t need the wine as she watched her brother and Caesar glare at one another from their respective positions.

This dinner just got a whole lot more interesting.

My Review

There's my best mafia series, so I'm sorry again grew my heart story to say goodbye.

Shocking twists, despair, struggle, conflict, love, death.

Practically devoured the story.

I love characters, but I hate Alberto. I must say since he's a very clever person.

Violet & Kaz changed much in the trilogy. Violet is stronger women, and Kaz is a trigger men.

SEE HOW KAZ & VIOLET'S FORBIDDEN LOVE BEGAN WITH THE OTHER BOOKS IN THE SEASONS OF BETRAYAL SERIES!

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Synopsis: In places where the sun can hide, the darkest betrayals are made.Violet Gallucci and Kazimir Markovic have grown up in the same city, but on opposite sides of the game they call life—Violet, an Italian principessa della mafia, and Kaz, a Russian Bratva heir. Lines have been drawn, and they know not to cross them.Their paths crossed once, a long time ago, but when they meet again, the territory and rules set out by their families that have kept them separated seem to bleed away.She's more than her last name …He’s more than a Russian …But secrets from the past—and the people determined to keep them hidden—have other plans for Violet and Kaz.Rival families.One city.Star-crossed lovers.They should be enemies.It could mean war.This is just the beginning …From authors Bethany-Kris (The Chicago War) and London Miller (Volkov Bratva) comes a thrilling, sexy new series—Seasons of Betrayal. Where the Russians and Italians clash in culture, mafia … and love.

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Synopsis: Blood always leaves the brightest stains where the snow falls.Fresh out of lockup, Kazimir Markovic is focused on two things only—having Violet Gallucci back at his side, and putting his father in the ground. With his plans already in motion the very second he’s free, Kaz goes after what’s most important. Violet first. Vasily second.The Russians are out for blood. The Italians want their blood back. It’s only a matter of time before someone comes for Kaz and Violet—hiding was never in their plans. And they’ve been waiting for this …The game they’re playing is dangerous.Someone always has to lose. From authors London Miller (Den of Mercenaries) and Bethany-Kris (The Chicago War) comes the second installment in the Seasons of Betrayal series that has readers calling it “A modern day Romeo and Juliet.”

ABOUT BETHANY-KRIS

Bethany-Kris is a Canadian author, lover of much, and mother to three young sons, one cat, and two dogs. A small town in Eastern Canada where she was born and raised is where she has always called home. With her boys under her feet, snuggling cat, barking dogs, and a hubby calling over his shoulder, she is nearly always writing something … when she can find the time.To keep up-to-date with new releases from Bethany-Kris, sign up to her New Release Newsletter here:http://eepurl.com/bf9lzD

ABOUT LONDON MILLER

With a degree in Creative Writing, London Miller has turned pen to paper, creating riveting fictional worlds where the bad guys are sometimes the good guys. Her debut novel, In the Beginning, is the first in the Volkov Bratva Series. She currently resides in Atlanta, Georgia with her husband and two puppies, where she drinks far too much Sprite, and spends her nights writing.